Ghost stories from Canada

The Tenant in Apartment 3B

My second apartment was on the third floor of a converted Victorian house on Marigold Street. The building had a wraparound porch, and the landlady, Mrs. Kowalski, kept potted ferns...

The Veil of the Meadow

In the sleepy town of Ashwick, nestled between rolling hills and a dense cedar forest, sixteen-year-old Mara was walking her neighbor’s Jack Russell, a scrappy little fellow named Pip. The...

The Hollow Wall

My earliest ghostly memory isn’t from the old farmhouse where I grew up, but from a cramped bungalow in the outskirts of Saskatoon, where my mother, my sister, and I...

The Moth in the Archive

The old library on Hemlock Lane had a basement that no one spoke about. I’d been working there for three months, digitizing brittle newspapers and municipal records, when I first...

The Third-Floor Door

I grew up in a stretch of Manitoba prairie where the nearest neighbor was a half-mile down a gravel road, and the only landmark was a derelict grain elevator that...

The Carpet Smells of Rain

The first time I noticed the carpet, I was seven, sitting cross-legged on the landing of our second-floor apartment. The building was old, converted from a factory, and the stairwell...

The Gilded Finch

June 3rd, 2023, was a strange day for me. I was walking to the antique shop where I worked, and as I crossed the intersection of Birch and Willow, a...

The Knob That Twisted

It was the summer I house-sat for my cousin Marisol, who lived in the old mill town of Ashford. The house was a renovated textile factory, all exposed brick and...

The Unwelcome Visitor

My friend Clara had a problem with a shadowy figure that would sometimes appear outside her bedroom window. It scared her so much that she hung a small, painted charm...

The Doorknob That Turned

It was a sweltering August afternoon when I first noticed the door. My friend Mira had inherited her grandmother’s old farmhouse, a sprawling Victorian relic that creaked and sighed with...

The Unsettled Glass Pane

The old house creaked and groaned around Elara like a dying beast. Dust motes danced in the slivers of moonlight piercing the grimy windows of the attic room she’d claimed...

Red Eyes

My mother had recently told me of something strange that happened to her when she was a teenager. She was walking home alone in the summer and it was almost...

The Perpetual Harvest

The old farmhouse sat at the end of a gravel road, its white paint peeling like sun-scorched skin. I was a botanist, newly arrived in the town of Harrow’s Reach,...

The Mirror in the Hall

I never believed in doppelgangers until the summer I turned sixteen, when they started appearing in the most ordinary places. The first time, I was in my apartment, alone, sorting...

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